Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System

Chapter 52 Tournament of Blade and Alchemy (1)

If she was to be trained or possibly used by another academy for mass destruction… she could possibly become a city-level threat… maybe even more.

"First of all, the augmentation won't be the best at first due to your stats. You need to level up more to acquire better augmentations…."

"That's fine with me," I instantly replied, and the woman squinted at me before reaching that non-existent hand of hers even further.

"You keep the same pay but get free augmentation… no more than that,"

"Deal," I smiled and grabbed her gloved hand, but even from the thick material, I could feel the piles of calluses built upon her palm.

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(Laura POV)

My brother must've been watching right now, so I knew I needed to show off just a bit… just a slight bit.

I didn't want his approval as that would just be embarrassing, but seeing him possibly come to me after the tournament yelling out how amazing I was… that would be nice-

BAM

Suddenly, a thick gauntlet collided with the back of my head, waking me up from my trance and causing my light armor to rattle slightly.

"Stop daydreaming… you're up first," Amy said, snapping me out of my little daze, which fantasized about seeing my cute little brother again.

"Somethings wrong with me," I muttered before standing up from the bench and waving the student council goodbye. "This is our last fight together… so let's win this. I just pray the new student council will be able to do as much heavy lifting as us."

Everybody lightly chuckled before I picked up my sword and slung it across my waist, tying my hair behind my head in a tight bun.

And as I pulled my metal helmet down onto my face, I stepped onto the familiar rough dirt arena, feeling each and every individual rock slide against my metal boots.

This was going to be fun… especially since our opponents today were new prodigies that had transferred to our school.

The smell of fresh blades tingled in my nose, bouncing around within my sinuses and filling me with the utmost excitement.

I had been waiting for this tournament for quite a while, and as soon as my appearance hit the arena ground, my image was projected to the massive screens up above.

"AND THE DANCER OF WATER! MASTER OF THE BLADE! THE FOURTH SWORD AMONGST ALL SWORDS OF THE ACADEMY HAS REVEALED ITSELF… LAURAAAAAA CLAYDOLLLLL!" The announcer cried out.

The atmosphere immediately lifted me into high spirits as all of my fans and all of the students cheered me on.

I could barely even hear my own thoughts over the cries of excitement and cheers of solidified loyalty towards their academy and me.

I couldn't help but smile as all the positive attention was almost intoxicating… but I knew my opponent was going to be easy, so I couldn't get strung up on this one moment.

Taking in a few deep breaths, I felt my eyes become like that of a winter breeze sweeping across the arena, silencing everybody and allowing the announcer to introduce my opponent.

"A NEW TRANSFER STUDENT FROM THE ACADEMY OF ALCHEMY! A PRODIGY OF SPEARS AMONGST HIS PEERS! THE RENOUD CRAZY ALCHEMIST! SVEN! DISKWAL!"

The crowd erupted with cheers, but that was only due to the genius words of the announcer, who was able to inject adrenaline into anybody who heard his words.

There was no skill involved, yet at the same time, it was all due to his talent as somebody who could uplift the spirits of many.

He was a natural-born genius at the art of morale boosting… which is why he is the perfect candidate for the Third Sword of our academy… a true general through and through.

BAM

Suddenly, the boy in front of me, fit in light chainmail armor mixed with some metal greaves and forearm gear, stomped onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

His long silver hair and gray snake-like eyes pierced straight through my helmet, attempting to intimidate me with some kind of mental type skill.

"You'll have to do more than that to make me back down," I muttered as we met at the center of the arena, holding out our right hands and firmly shaking.

"Wanna bet on who will win?" He asked, the arrogance in his voice practically ripping apart the atmosphere around him.

He was looking down on me despite us being the same height, and as he brought out his spear conjured from the earth below us, even the blade of that thing was dipped in ego.

"Fine… the winner has to buy the other one dinner," I lightly joked around, but as the boy's eyebrows furled, he opened his mouth once more.

"Deal,"

He was younger than me by two years, which should be enough to understand any flirting actions… but clearly, he was the type who was serious with everything.

"You're cute… so you better win if you don't want that pride of yours to be shattered… sheltered little Diskwal,"

"You should care about the present fallen Claydol,"

After we exchanged some banter, we soon split up and found ourselves walking back to our sides, where we stretched and began to prepare for an all-out fight.

Of the new talented transfer students, this guy was the best, and just from his overwhelming arrogance, I could tell he had something to back it up.

"IS THE AUDIENCE READYYYYYYYY!?"

The cries of the excited audience echoed through the stadium and almost seemed to tickle the streets of our city itself.

"NOW! READYYYYYYYY! AND… LET THE DUEL BETWEEN A SWORDSWOMAN OF WATER AND A SPEARSMAN OF EARTHHHHHHH BEGIN!